The Faded Sutra

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The Faded Sutra

The iron of the pommel bit into your hand, a cold, familiar bruise forming against the palm, while the sweat of the courtyard mixed with the dust of the ancient stones beneath your boots. You were not thinking of victory; you were thinking of the shape of the man before you, the way his armor clanked with a rhythm that sounded less like war and more like the ticking of a great, indifferent...

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